A/N: The wording of the council is taken directly from the Extended Edition DVD of FOTR. The rest is all ours…well…except for the people of course.
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Chapter 6
TA 3018 October 24
Evening was just coming to Rivendell when a man rode in the entrance. At first glance Elrond and Gandalf thought it was Aragorn returning for the council, but discounted it because they both knew that he wouldn't chance running into Legolas.
Also, the man was too elaborately dressed (and clean) to be Aragorn. Aragorn seemed to have a natural magnetism to dirt and he always wore the garb of a ranger.
"Who do you think this is?" Gandalf asked.
Elrond's Elven eyesight was able to pick up little aspects of the stranger's dress that identified him, "He's from Gondor."
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Boromir slid out of his horse's saddle and looked around, wondering which way to go. A blond elf came out of a building to his left and Boromir made his way in that direction. Seeing as the elf seemed to e looking for something as well, Boromir figured maybe they could help each other.
Stopping behind the elf Boromir asked, "Are you looking for something or someone?"
Without looking at his, the elf replied, "A human."
Boromir raised a brow and hesitantly pointed at himself, "Um…well…A specific human, or a human in general?"
That made the elf face him and when he saw Boromir he blinked as if startled, "Oh. A specific human. About your height, really dark hair, probably covered in mud. Have you seen him?"
Boromir shook his head apologetically, "Nay. I just arrived and was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the lord of Rivendell."
The elf pointed toward the largest building, "His house is there. I am sorry I can be of no more assistance to you, but I must find my…companion."
Before Boromir could reply the elf was gone, leaving Boromir staring at his departing back. So the elf was looking for a 'companion', huh? Then why the lovesick expression for 'just a companion'?
Boromir grinned in an amused way just as a voice spoke up behind him, "I wouldn't try anything if I were you, son of Denethor. The elf's heart belongs to the human he is looking for."
I know that voice, Boromir thought to himself as he turned around. "Gandalf!" he exclaimed, "I haven't seen you since my father practically threw you out of Minas Tirith."
Gandalf grinned, "No offense Boromir, but your father really is quite an ornery old man."
Boromir cocked an eyebrow, "You're one to talk."
As Gandalf laughed lightly, Boromir nodded his head in the direction the blond elf had gone, "Who's the elf in question?"
"That would be Legolas, prince of Mirkwood," Gandalf paused, "The human he's searching for would be a lost love. He's called Estel among the elves."
Boromir shrugged, "I could tell he was a little lovesick. I simply thought he had a beauty unrivaled by any other."
Gandalf sighed, "Do not tell him that. His head is swollen enough as is."
Boromir grinned, "Well, in that case, I would have to admit my mother's beauty could possibly compare to his, for she was considered among the fairest of my race."
Gandalf put a hand on the human's shoulder, "Please do not tell him that. It took me almost 5 years to convince him last time someone compared his beauty to the Lady Arwen that he didn't need to glue hair to his upper lip and chin.
"Why didn't he just grow a beard?" Boromir asked, honestly curious.
"Elves don't grow facial hair," Gandalf replied, "They can't. Much to Legolas' dismay."
Boromir couldn't help it. He started laughing. Gandalf chuckled along with the man.
"Come, Boromir. Lord Elrond asked me to show you to your room," Gandalf said as he led the man along. He then spoke again as if he was suddenly realizing something, "Why are you in Imladris Boromir?"
Boromir sighed, "I seek the answer to a riddle."
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October 25
Legolas surreptitiously watched Estel across the council room. This was the first time he'd seen the adan since they'd spent the night together on Legolas' first night in Rivendell.
When Legolas had woken up alone he'd merely figured Estel had needed some time to think. He hadn't expected the adan to ignore him completely for 2 days.
Estel met Legolas' gaze momentarily before leaning turning to Elrohir, who sat beside him. Legolas sighed, turning his gaze away from Estel and his brother. Consequently, he found his gaze locked with the gaze of the young adan he'd met the previous evening.
The man, Boromir, Legolas had heard, nodded a greeting. Legolas returned the greeting with a nod of his own before turning his gaze to Elrond as the Elven lord started speaking.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old…"
Aragorn ignored his ada's words as he glared at the Gondorian, his warning obvious.
Stay away from Legolas.
If Aragorn was honest with himself, he would have to admit he technically had no right to be angry. After all, he'd been the one to run scared 2 days earlier, leaving Legolas asleep. But that didn't give Legolas the right to replace him so quickly, or so easily. Especially not after that story about searching for Aragorn for over 37 years.
Had Legolas lied about that? Had the elf just wanted to get him in bed again?
Aragorn growled deep in his chest. Well, it wouldn't happen again. He had too much pride to let the prince of Mirkwood use him that way.
That decision made, Aragorn tuned back into the council just as Elrond was explaining the reasons behind the council.
Boromir shifted nervously, feeling the other human's glare. He must be the one Gandalf had called Estel, the elf's lost love.
Reading the warning in the other man's eyes clearly, Boromir nervously shifted his gaze to his boots. The tension triangle between him, the elf and the other man was thick enough to cut with his sword.
Gandalf's warning not to try anything with Legolas was a good one, and Boromir intended to heed it. Not that he'd planned to try anything. It was obvious Legolas was in love with this Estel, and Boromir had no desire to be the rebound guy.
Boromir's attention was jerked back to Lord Elrond when he said, "Bring forth the ring, Frodo."
Boromir's gaze followed the halfling as he got up to place a gold ring on the center table before returning to his seat.
"So it is true," Boromir whispered before standing p, "In a dream I saw the eastern sky grow dark, but in the west a pale light lingered and a voice cried out 'Your doom is near at hand. Isildur's Bane is found'." He stepped toward the ring, almost as if he was under some type of spell, and started to reach for it, whispering, "Isildur's Bane…"
"Boromir!" Elrond yelled suddenly, even as Gandalf started chanting in evil words Boromir recognized as the speech of Mordor, though he didn't know their meaning.
A shadow seemed to envelop the council as Gandalf continued chanting. Glancing around, Boromir noticed the elves looked like they were feeling sick. Legolas looked ready to throw up.
Boromir stumbled back to his seat as Gandalf finished chanting and the shadow receded. Elrond scowled at the wizard.
"Never before has anyone uttered the word of that tongue here in Imladris."
Gandalf leaned heavily on his staff, breathing heavily, "I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond. The Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in all corners of the west." He glanced at Boromir as he moved to sit down, "The ring is all together evil!"
Boromir stood up again, shaking his head, "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this ring?" He glanced around at the members of the council, sensing their reluctance, "Long has my father, the steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
Aragorn rolled his eyes and scowled at Boromir, jealousy coloring his words when he spoke, "You cannot wield it. None of us can! The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
Boromir didn't have anything against the human, but he wasn't about to get in the middle of a lover's quarrel. He could see the jealousy in Estel's eyes.
"And what would a ranger know of this matter?!" Boromir asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Legolas suddenly jumped up from his chair. His anger making him impulsive, "This is no mere ranger!" Boromir glanced at the elf nervously as he continued, "He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance!"
Boromir stared at 'Aragorn' in disbelief. Not only did this man have the love of one of the most beautiful elves he had ever seen, but now he had a claim over the kingdom that Boromir had spent the entire 40 years of his life protecting!
"Aragorn?" Boromir asked, "This…is Isildur's heir?"
Aragorn raised his chin at Boromir's tone, as if daring the man to try and prove otherwise. "And heir to the throne of Gondor!" Legolas added, still angry at Boromir.
However, Aragorn had had enough of this. He didn't need Legolas to fight his battles for him. "Havo dad, Legolas."
Legolas gave Aragorn a sad look before sitting down, as if he was saying: 'I was only trying to help.'
Boromir, however, already felt humiliated by these two disgruntled lovers, and that's what caused him to say what he said to the pair. "Gondor has no king!" Boromir sneered at Legolas. He then turned to Aragorn, his tone more technically polite but no less cold. "Gondor needs no king," he said before sitting down and glaring at Aragorn.
Aragorn broke eye contact first.
"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it." Gandalf said to the council at large.
"You have only one choice," Elrond started, "The ring must be destroyed."
Boromir sighed. Destroy the ring. Of course. The one thing the enemy would do anything to reclaim. What then would happen to Gondor, the one thing between these elves and the evil lord they were about to royally upset?
Boromir was brought back to the discussion at hand when a dwarf stood up, axe raised and growled, "Then what area we waiting for?!"
No sooner had the dwarf swung his axe at the ring and he was flung back as his axe shattered, leaving the ring unblemished. Elrond took a step toward the dwarf.
"The ring cannot be unmade, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any weapon that we here possess."
Although it technically wasn't the right time, Boromir found his mind wandering to the argument he'd had with his younger brother before leaving Minas Tirith for Rivendell.
Faramir had claimed the riddle they'd both heard in dreams suggested the king was coming. A man Boromir had no desire to meet, not wanting to give up the rule of his city to a stranger.
'Seek for the sword that was broken: In Imladris it dwells.'
Faramir had claimed those words foretold of the return of the king. Boromir had scoffed at that idea, claiming he'd meet the so-called king when dwarves started flying.
Boromir was hard pressed not to chuckle out loud. Gimli, son of Gloin, had definitely 'flown'. Apparently dwarves really did fly. Boromir scowled at Aragorn…and the kind had returned.
I hate when Faramir's right, Boromir thought, right before tuning back into the council as Elrond was just finishing up his speech on destroying the ring.
"It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this."
Boromir shook his head with a sigh, "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep and the great eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume." He paused to release a wry chuckle, "Not with 10,000 men could you do this. It is folly!"
Legolas suddenly jumped to his feet again, "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?! The ring must be destroyed!"
The dwarf, Gimli, stood up as well, "And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!"
Boromir stood up next, fearing for his city now more than ever, "And what if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?!"
Gimli stood in a fighting stance, a borrowed axe held at the ready, and glared at Legolas, "I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!"
In the next second everyone was on their feet shouting over and at each other. Legolas held his arms out, effectively stopping the 2 elves flanking him from stepping forward at the risk of a physical attack. They settled for verbal involvement. With a small smirk of amusement, Legolas met Aragorn's gaze across the council circle. The adan merely rolled his eyes at the whole situation.
Legolas was vaguely aware of the hobbit, Frodo, standing up and saying he'd take the ring but nobody else seemed to notice until he repeated himself. When everybody was looking at him Frodo said, "I will take the ring to Mordor, though…I do not know the way."
Gandalf walked over to Frodo and put a hand on the hobbits shoulder, "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, so long as it is yours to bear."
Aragorn stepped forward and knelt in front of Frodo, "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword."
Legolas stepped forward next, mainly to protect his beloved along the way if need be, and said, "And you have my bow."
The dwarf, not to be out done by an elf, walked to stand beside Legolas and said, "And my axe."
Legolas rolled his eyes, pulling a smug 'hmm' from Gimli. Boromir walked forward slowly, studying Frodo, "You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done."
Before any of the others could react, they were suddenly interrupted by a loud, 'Hey' coming form the bushes. Everyone looked at another hobbit as he came running up to Frodo. He was heavier than Frodo and had lighter hair. "Mr. Frodo's not goin' anywhere without me!"
Elrond actually looked amused, "no indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you. Even when he is summoned to a secret council and you area not."
"Wait! We're coming too!" Elrond turned his head sharply to glare as two more hobbits came running up. Boromir took a step back to let the two of them by.
"You'd have to send us home in a sack to stop us," one with blond hair said.
The other one spoke up, "Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission…quest. Thing."
Gandalf looked flabbergasted while Boromir groaned inwardly. This was the hope for Middle-Earth…and his people. Ai Elbereth help me.
"Well that rules you out, Pip," the blond hobbit said.
Boromir nearly burst out laughing as Pip nodded, then looked at the blond hobbit like he was thinking 'Hey'!
Whatever thoughts Elrond had about the hopelessness of this group, he kept them to himself as he surveyed them.
"Nine companions…" he said, almost to himself, then he declared, "So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."
Everyone looked a little nervous except for the last two hobbits, who were grinning. "Great!" Pip said, then added, "Where are we going?"
The rest of the Fellowship looked at Pip in amazement.
Boromir suppressed a groan. He'd just been roped into going on a quest with an eccentric wizard, an elf and a dwarf who would probably kill each other, 4 midgets who were more naïve than some 6 year olds in Gondor and his king! His jealous king.
The White City was doomed.
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Reviews:
MaidenOfImladris: No, I promise we won't leave it there. Unfortunately, it will be at least a couple more chapters before Legolas meets Farothen.
Legola Lu: What would you do to me if I told you Estel doesn't ever actually tell Legolas about their son? Rest assure, Legolas WILL find out though.
Cheysuli: Just to let you know, Estel and Legolas still have a few things to work out before they're truly together again, but in answer to your question, I will say this…Yes, Legolas will get pregnant now, but I won't tell you when, or how he finds out about it.
Also, for all of our reviewers, his won't be the last mpreg in this story, depending on how later chapters go.
Thanks for all the great reviews!
~Becky and Brina~
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Chapter 6
TA 3018 October 24
Evening was just coming to Rivendell when a man rode in the entrance. At first glance Elrond and Gandalf thought it was Aragorn returning for the council, but discounted it because they both knew that he wouldn't chance running into Legolas.
Also, the man was too elaborately dressed (and clean) to be Aragorn. Aragorn seemed to have a natural magnetism to dirt and he always wore the garb of a ranger.
"Who do you think this is?" Gandalf asked.
Elrond's Elven eyesight was able to pick up little aspects of the stranger's dress that identified him, "He's from Gondor."
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Boromir slid out of his horse's saddle and looked around, wondering which way to go. A blond elf came out of a building to his left and Boromir made his way in that direction. Seeing as the elf seemed to e looking for something as well, Boromir figured maybe they could help each other.
Stopping behind the elf Boromir asked, "Are you looking for something or someone?"
Without looking at his, the elf replied, "A human."
Boromir raised a brow and hesitantly pointed at himself, "Um…well…A specific human, or a human in general?"
That made the elf face him and when he saw Boromir he blinked as if startled, "Oh. A specific human. About your height, really dark hair, probably covered in mud. Have you seen him?"
Boromir shook his head apologetically, "Nay. I just arrived and was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the lord of Rivendell."
The elf pointed toward the largest building, "His house is there. I am sorry I can be of no more assistance to you, but I must find my…companion."
Before Boromir could reply the elf was gone, leaving Boromir staring at his departing back. So the elf was looking for a 'companion', huh? Then why the lovesick expression for 'just a companion'?
Boromir grinned in an amused way just as a voice spoke up behind him, "I wouldn't try anything if I were you, son of Denethor. The elf's heart belongs to the human he is looking for."
I know that voice, Boromir thought to himself as he turned around. "Gandalf!" he exclaimed, "I haven't seen you since my father practically threw you out of Minas Tirith."
Gandalf grinned, "No offense Boromir, but your father really is quite an ornery old man."
Boromir cocked an eyebrow, "You're one to talk."
As Gandalf laughed lightly, Boromir nodded his head in the direction the blond elf had gone, "Who's the elf in question?"
"That would be Legolas, prince of Mirkwood," Gandalf paused, "The human he's searching for would be a lost love. He's called Estel among the elves."
Boromir shrugged, "I could tell he was a little lovesick. I simply thought he had a beauty unrivaled by any other."
Gandalf sighed, "Do not tell him that. His head is swollen enough as is."
Boromir grinned, "Well, in that case, I would have to admit my mother's beauty could possibly compare to his, for she was considered among the fairest of my race."
Gandalf put a hand on the human's shoulder, "Please do not tell him that. It took me almost 5 years to convince him last time someone compared his beauty to the Lady Arwen that he didn't need to glue hair to his upper lip and chin.
"Why didn't he just grow a beard?" Boromir asked, honestly curious.
"Elves don't grow facial hair," Gandalf replied, "They can't. Much to Legolas' dismay."
Boromir couldn't help it. He started laughing. Gandalf chuckled along with the man.
"Come, Boromir. Lord Elrond asked me to show you to your room," Gandalf said as he led the man along. He then spoke again as if he was suddenly realizing something, "Why are you in Imladris Boromir?"
Boromir sighed, "I seek the answer to a riddle."
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October 25
Legolas surreptitiously watched Estel across the council room. This was the first time he'd seen the adan since they'd spent the night together on Legolas' first night in Rivendell.
When Legolas had woken up alone he'd merely figured Estel had needed some time to think. He hadn't expected the adan to ignore him completely for 2 days.
Estel met Legolas' gaze momentarily before leaning turning to Elrohir, who sat beside him. Legolas sighed, turning his gaze away from Estel and his brother. Consequently, he found his gaze locked with the gaze of the young adan he'd met the previous evening.
The man, Boromir, Legolas had heard, nodded a greeting. Legolas returned the greeting with a nod of his own before turning his gaze to Elrond as the Elven lord started speaking.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old…"
Aragorn ignored his ada's words as he glared at the Gondorian, his warning obvious.
Stay away from Legolas.
If Aragorn was honest with himself, he would have to admit he technically had no right to be angry. After all, he'd been the one to run scared 2 days earlier, leaving Legolas asleep. But that didn't give Legolas the right to replace him so quickly, or so easily. Especially not after that story about searching for Aragorn for over 37 years.
Had Legolas lied about that? Had the elf just wanted to get him in bed again?
Aragorn growled deep in his chest. Well, it wouldn't happen again. He had too much pride to let the prince of Mirkwood use him that way.
That decision made, Aragorn tuned back into the council just as Elrond was explaining the reasons behind the council.
Boromir shifted nervously, feeling the other human's glare. He must be the one Gandalf had called Estel, the elf's lost love.
Reading the warning in the other man's eyes clearly, Boromir nervously shifted his gaze to his boots. The tension triangle between him, the elf and the other man was thick enough to cut with his sword.
Gandalf's warning not to try anything with Legolas was a good one, and Boromir intended to heed it. Not that he'd planned to try anything. It was obvious Legolas was in love with this Estel, and Boromir had no desire to be the rebound guy.
Boromir's attention was jerked back to Lord Elrond when he said, "Bring forth the ring, Frodo."
Boromir's gaze followed the halfling as he got up to place a gold ring on the center table before returning to his seat.
"So it is true," Boromir whispered before standing p, "In a dream I saw the eastern sky grow dark, but in the west a pale light lingered and a voice cried out 'Your doom is near at hand. Isildur's Bane is found'." He stepped toward the ring, almost as if he was under some type of spell, and started to reach for it, whispering, "Isildur's Bane…"
"Boromir!" Elrond yelled suddenly, even as Gandalf started chanting in evil words Boromir recognized as the speech of Mordor, though he didn't know their meaning.
A shadow seemed to envelop the council as Gandalf continued chanting. Glancing around, Boromir noticed the elves looked like they were feeling sick. Legolas looked ready to throw up.
Boromir stumbled back to his seat as Gandalf finished chanting and the shadow receded. Elrond scowled at the wizard.
"Never before has anyone uttered the word of that tongue here in Imladris."
Gandalf leaned heavily on his staff, breathing heavily, "I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond. The Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in all corners of the west." He glanced at Boromir as he moved to sit down, "The ring is all together evil!"
Boromir stood up again, shaking his head, "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this ring?" He glanced around at the members of the council, sensing their reluctance, "Long has my father, the steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
Aragorn rolled his eyes and scowled at Boromir, jealousy coloring his words when he spoke, "You cannot wield it. None of us can! The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
Boromir didn't have anything against the human, but he wasn't about to get in the middle of a lover's quarrel. He could see the jealousy in Estel's eyes.
"And what would a ranger know of this matter?!" Boromir asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Legolas suddenly jumped up from his chair. His anger making him impulsive, "This is no mere ranger!" Boromir glanced at the elf nervously as he continued, "He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance!"
Boromir stared at 'Aragorn' in disbelief. Not only did this man have the love of one of the most beautiful elves he had ever seen, but now he had a claim over the kingdom that Boromir had spent the entire 40 years of his life protecting!
"Aragorn?" Boromir asked, "This…is Isildur's heir?"
Aragorn raised his chin at Boromir's tone, as if daring the man to try and prove otherwise. "And heir to the throne of Gondor!" Legolas added, still angry at Boromir.
However, Aragorn had had enough of this. He didn't need Legolas to fight his battles for him. "Havo dad, Legolas."
Legolas gave Aragorn a sad look before sitting down, as if he was saying: 'I was only trying to help.'
Boromir, however, already felt humiliated by these two disgruntled lovers, and that's what caused him to say what he said to the pair. "Gondor has no king!" Boromir sneered at Legolas. He then turned to Aragorn, his tone more technically polite but no less cold. "Gondor needs no king," he said before sitting down and glaring at Aragorn.
Aragorn broke eye contact first.
"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it." Gandalf said to the council at large.
"You have only one choice," Elrond started, "The ring must be destroyed."
Boromir sighed. Destroy the ring. Of course. The one thing the enemy would do anything to reclaim. What then would happen to Gondor, the one thing between these elves and the evil lord they were about to royally upset?
Boromir was brought back to the discussion at hand when a dwarf stood up, axe raised and growled, "Then what area we waiting for?!"
No sooner had the dwarf swung his axe at the ring and he was flung back as his axe shattered, leaving the ring unblemished. Elrond took a step toward the dwarf.
"The ring cannot be unmade, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any weapon that we here possess."
Although it technically wasn't the right time, Boromir found his mind wandering to the argument he'd had with his younger brother before leaving Minas Tirith for Rivendell.
Faramir had claimed the riddle they'd both heard in dreams suggested the king was coming. A man Boromir had no desire to meet, not wanting to give up the rule of his city to a stranger.
'Seek for the sword that was broken: In Imladris it dwells.'
Faramir had claimed those words foretold of the return of the king. Boromir had scoffed at that idea, claiming he'd meet the so-called king when dwarves started flying.
Boromir was hard pressed not to chuckle out loud. Gimli, son of Gloin, had definitely 'flown'. Apparently dwarves really did fly. Boromir scowled at Aragorn…and the kind had returned.
I hate when Faramir's right, Boromir thought, right before tuning back into the council as Elrond was just finishing up his speech on destroying the ring.
"It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this."
Boromir shook his head with a sigh, "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep and the great eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume." He paused to release a wry chuckle, "Not with 10,000 men could you do this. It is folly!"
Legolas suddenly jumped to his feet again, "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?! The ring must be destroyed!"
The dwarf, Gimli, stood up as well, "And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!"
Boromir stood up next, fearing for his city now more than ever, "And what if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?!"
Gimli stood in a fighting stance, a borrowed axe held at the ready, and glared at Legolas, "I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!"
In the next second everyone was on their feet shouting over and at each other. Legolas held his arms out, effectively stopping the 2 elves flanking him from stepping forward at the risk of a physical attack. They settled for verbal involvement. With a small smirk of amusement, Legolas met Aragorn's gaze across the council circle. The adan merely rolled his eyes at the whole situation.
Legolas was vaguely aware of the hobbit, Frodo, standing up and saying he'd take the ring but nobody else seemed to notice until he repeated himself. When everybody was looking at him Frodo said, "I will take the ring to Mordor, though…I do not know the way."
Gandalf walked over to Frodo and put a hand on the hobbits shoulder, "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, so long as it is yours to bear."
Aragorn stepped forward and knelt in front of Frodo, "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword."
Legolas stepped forward next, mainly to protect his beloved along the way if need be, and said, "And you have my bow."
The dwarf, not to be out done by an elf, walked to stand beside Legolas and said, "And my axe."
Legolas rolled his eyes, pulling a smug 'hmm' from Gimli. Boromir walked forward slowly, studying Frodo, "You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done."
Before any of the others could react, they were suddenly interrupted by a loud, 'Hey' coming form the bushes. Everyone looked at another hobbit as he came running up to Frodo. He was heavier than Frodo and had lighter hair. "Mr. Frodo's not goin' anywhere without me!"
Elrond actually looked amused, "no indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you. Even when he is summoned to a secret council and you area not."
"Wait! We're coming too!" Elrond turned his head sharply to glare as two more hobbits came running up. Boromir took a step back to let the two of them by.
"You'd have to send us home in a sack to stop us," one with blond hair said.
The other one spoke up, "Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission…quest. Thing."
Gandalf looked flabbergasted while Boromir groaned inwardly. This was the hope for Middle-Earth…and his people. Ai Elbereth help me.
"Well that rules you out, Pip," the blond hobbit said.
Boromir nearly burst out laughing as Pip nodded, then looked at the blond hobbit like he was thinking 'Hey'!
Whatever thoughts Elrond had about the hopelessness of this group, he kept them to himself as he surveyed them.
"Nine companions…" he said, almost to himself, then he declared, "So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."
Everyone looked a little nervous except for the last two hobbits, who were grinning. "Great!" Pip said, then added, "Where are we going?"
The rest of the Fellowship looked at Pip in amazement.
Boromir suppressed a groan. He'd just been roped into going on a quest with an eccentric wizard, an elf and a dwarf who would probably kill each other, 4 midgets who were more naïve than some 6 year olds in Gondor and his king! His jealous king.
The White City was doomed.
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Reviews:
MaidenOfImladris: No, I promise we won't leave it there. Unfortunately, it will be at least a couple more chapters before Legolas meets Farothen.
Legola Lu: What would you do to me if I told you Estel doesn't ever actually tell Legolas about their son? Rest assure, Legolas WILL find out though.
Cheysuli: Just to let you know, Estel and Legolas still have a few things to work out before they're truly together again, but in answer to your question, I will say this…Yes, Legolas will get pregnant now, but I won't tell you when, or how he finds out about it.
Also, for all of our reviewers, his won't be the last mpreg in this story, depending on how later chapters go.
Thanks for all the great reviews!
~Becky and Brina~